#love this one so much

[outofmydepthatapublicbeach]

hiii could you write julien x controversially young!gf (like maybe she’s not crazy young maybe she’s like 23 or something) and reader is a famous singer and julien goes to reader’s first tour night

pls pls pls

and thank u

jj chats: i loved this request! and it was so fun to right! sorry it's on the shorter side, i hope you still like it! <333 love you anon!

warnings: RPF, no use of y/n, pet name usage: babe, baby, rockstar (kinda)!!!

feedback is encouraged and i'd love to get some just please be kind!!!

I think it would be so cute if like Julien were to surprise you for your first night on tour!!!

Like she says she can’t make it and you're obviously disappointed but then she shows up at the barricade wearing all your merch and with one of those poster boards sign things people have at concerts

It would say something silly but sweet on it like maybe “that’s my rockstar!!” with like a million little hearts on it.

The biggest smile would sprout on your face and you would be so happy.

And your joy would be visible through your songs, you'd be a little more enthusiastic, and your sadder songs wouldn't seem as sad.

She’d meet you backstage and you would run into her arms, hugging you tight.

She's say things like...

“You did so good, baby!”

“I’ve never been prouder!”

You blush like a fool as she showers you in compliments

People take a million photos of the two of you, and your smiling faces can be seen on all social media the next day. 

I can imagine her pulling you away from the people (like maybe into a tour bus/dressing room at the venue) and letting you just talk to her about how it felt to be up on that stage.

She tells you stories of some of her first nights on tour, how everything is so new and nobody in the audience knows what to expect yet.

She lets you babble about how happy you are that she's there. “I thought you weren’t coming,” 

“Aww baby, I wouldn’t miss this for anything.” 

Lots of hugs and kisses. 

Then you go out to have dinner with the band and crew to celebrate your first night on tour. 

Julien holds your hand the entire night.

She constantly tells you how proud she is of you.

“You looked so good up on stage babe.”

“Your singing gave me literal chills.”

You two end the night cuddling in a hotel bed, happy out of your minds.

[tinamybeloved]

BUNNY TINA 🐰

[sketchysketchiness]

Prepare for trouble!

[helenkordart]

[mattsmemes]

[zombiepedia]

13

dreamy sigh

[lollytea]

Pollyanna (i believe in you) mother/earthbound cover. By Michelle Heafy ft DonutsDrums

Wait.....WAIT....

[headgehug]

I HATE OLD POETMEN!

I am 25, Gregory Corso, from Gasoline

[spirit-small]

Back at it again with another Borrower Ema. I’m just so in love with these two. Worsties for life. Based on @musicallygt‘s Borrower Skyes au so thank you so so much for giving me the best food I’ve had in a while.

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It's been months. Ema has slowly, but surely grown to tolerate being out in the open around Klavier. She still doesn't care for him much personally, but against every fiber of her being, she... Trusts him. She fully believes he won't hurt her, despite how she talks to him.

She hears the door open, and she takes a quick glance toward it, before promptly going back to her task. It's the fop, it's got to be. Who else would wear their hair in that stupid style. No one else has that bad of fashion taste.

"So, you get your ass beat in court again today, as usual? I thought you were supposed to be some sort of legal prodigy or something. Then again, I suppose the blame isn't just on you, it seems like none of your detectives have any forensic knowledge whatsoever- it's really quite embarrassing, I think. Maybe you should quit your day job already, I think I know a street corner that could use a mediocre musician-" Ema smirks and looks up at the man she heard approach behind her.

"...what did you just say to me?"

That's not the fop. Well, that's not her fop. It is a fop. He sure resembles Klavier, but is also distinctly his own person. Is this... Could this be the brother Klavier has mentioned?

Before Ema has a chance to react, her arms are pinned to her sides as she's grabbed in a tight fist. She yelps, and kicks, but the giant hand does not budge.

"Now... What are you?" He lifts her up, examining her all over, as she thrashes hopelessly, desperate to free herself from his grip.

"Oh, calm down, you're not in any danger. I won't kill you before I figure out if you're of use to me. I know you can speak, so why don't you start by telling me what exactly you're doing in my brother's house."

He's not like Klavier at all. He's... Intense. Terrifying. Klavier may be terrible, but he's the fun kind of terrible. This man... He's an entirely different, much worse breed of terrible.

"Well? I'm waiting." He squeezes a little tighter, and Ema groans in pain. "If you're not going to speak to me, then perhaps..." He uses his free hand to search through the cupboards for something, and finally pulls out a jar.

"I'll just have to hold onto you until you decide to."

Ema is dropped carelessly into the jar. She scrambles to her feet and reaches for a balm, but the lid is closed on top of her. It's no use. If she throws one now, she'll only be hurting herself. She needs to get out, and fast. She bangs on the wall of the jar with her hands. Solid.

She backs up as far as she can, and rushes forward with all her might. The jar wobbles, just a little bit, but it doesn't fall. She's gotta try again. She's gotta keep trying, until she gets out, so she can murder this fop with poison gas.

The man shakes his head. "Pathetic. What do you hope to accomplish here? Even if you somehow could get out, I would simply recapture you."

He gets in close, face up against the jar.

"You are faced with overwhelming power. Accept your helplessness, and tell me what I want to know."

Ema backs up against the glass just to get as far away from him as possible. A fruitless endeavor, she knows, but it's just... Instinctive. Any amount of distance here is good.

He stands up and turns away, crossing his arms.

"I wonder how long you'll last in there, with no airholes. I can't imagine you have much oxygen. Yes, I'd imagine you'll lose consciousness in a few minutes or so. Better hope I'm merciful enough to open the lid when you do." He looks her right in the eye as he says that. It's a cold, icy stare, and in her heart she knows he means... He won't be.

Ema looks up at him and slides down the glass, sitting down. She holds her head, breathing heavily... And collapses.

"Kleine Fräulein, I am finally home to grace you with my beautiful presence!" Klavier bursts in, not even paying attention, until he notices...

"K-Kristoph- Ah... To what do I owe the pleasure, mein bruder?"

"I had a few documents I had wanted you to look over, but I found something much more... Interesting."

Klavier spots the jar on the counter, an unconscious kleine fräulein inside of it. He tenses up, fearing the worst.

"I-interesting, ja? May I... Take a closer look?"

"...I suppose so, though it might already be dead at this point." Kristoph turns away and waves his hand dismissively. Klavier rushes to the jar and opens the lid.

"Es tut mir leid, kleine fräulein..." he whispers as he gently tips the jar over and reaches in to fish her out.

Suddenly, Ema's eyes snap open and she jumps to her feet, scrambling onto Klavier's hand and climbing up his arm.

"DEATH FROM ABOVE!" she yells from atop Klavier's shoulder, as she pulls her arm back, aiming a chlorine gas balm right for Kristoph's head.

"NEIN! Nein, nein, nein, kleine fräulein! Do not use chemical warfare on mein bruder. Please."

"Chemical- What sort of... Unsavory creatures are you associating with?! What is this thing, and why are you calling it "kleine fräulein"?" Kristoph glares at Ema and she lowers her arm, returning the balm to her hip.

"She is..." Klavier sighs. "Mein roommate. And we would very much appreciate you... Leaving now..."

"Your roomma- Klavier. What is it. What species. Or race, or... Spiritual entity, or whatever it is."

"None of your concern, foptop. Get out." Ema glares right back at him.

"Foptop?! How dare you speak to me like that- do you have any idea who I am?!"

"Someone who's about to leave, I believe." Ema's legs are shaking, and she's holding onto Klavier's hair for dear life, but she's standing her ground. She can't show any fear, any weakness. Not in front of beans, at least. The second a bean thinks you're weak is the second they realize they can do whatever they want to you. You do not let them think that. You never let them think that.

Klavier glares. He puts his hand on Kristoph's chest and shakes his head.

"I believe you were leaving, ja?"

Kristoph stares at Klavier, then at Ema, currently tossing a chemical balm in the air and catching it. He scoffs, and turns around, wordlessly leaving. Klavier breathes a sigh of relief, gently picking Ema up off his shoulder and placing her on the counter. She immediately drops down and lays on her back, hands up on her head covering her eyes.

“...du gut, kleine fräulein?” Klavier asks with genuine concern. Ema merely lifts an arm up, thumbs up in response. “I am... sorry, about him. But it is good I got here in time to rescue you, ja?”

Ema lifts herself up on her arms.

“You rescue me? Ha! I’ll have you know I had that situation 100% under control until your glimmerous ass got in my way.”

“Oh, did you now? Then I suppose being jarred and unconscious was all part of your grand master plan, ja?”

“It was... a complication, for sure. But I never even passed out! That was a ruse the whole time. I was trying to call his bluff, the letting me die one.”

“...mein bruder... does not bluff about something like that, kleine fräulein.” Klavier hands Ema a snackoo, and she sits up criss-cross applesauce, biting into it and looking off into the distance.

“I suppose...” Ema takes a bite. “I should thank you. Even though! Even though if you simply didn’t let him in here, or warned me he was coming, or taken literally a single precaution, I wouldn’t have been in any danger.” She swallows. “So... thanks. Even though I could have handled it without you... I guess having you around isn’t... ENTIRELY terrible.”

“...wow. That may be the nicest thing you have ever said to me.”

“Don’t get used to it, fop.”

------

A few days later, Klavier finds a small box labeled “GLIMMEROUS FOP” on his nightstand. The note reads:

“Thanks for saving my life or whatever. Don’t get used to it.

-Kleine Fräulein (You’re still not learning my real name)”

Inside is a bracelet, adorned with small, multicolored crystals Ema grew herself through the power of science.

Klavier wears it regularly. It quickly becomes one of his favorite accessories.

[shinygalaxyperson]

For the @galladrabbles  week’s prompt ✨STAR✨! Thank you @celestialmickey!

When Mickey was young, he never dreamed of being someone special, being famous or some shit, that was for the loser.

Later, the 12-year-old tiny thug wanted to be the king on the south side, but it was because he was in juvie and didn't want anybody to fuck with him.

 And then there was Ian.

He wanted to be someone for him and not just some high school dropout . He wanted Ian to look at him with pride…

Now, he knows that when his husband looks at him, he's the most important person in the world.

Ian's personal superstar

[itspileofgoodthings]

the best of country music

[desertsquiet]

Not me 3 months ago saying that The Song Remains the Same reminded me of a Who song and I probably would have liked it better as an instrumental, only to discover it was originally conceived as an instrumental and had “The Overture” as a working title

[seeliecaelumvt]

More art from Hexa! :3

[destructive-ilya]

thank u for the tag @hungryyrat, this ones super cute omg !!

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

[tearlessrain]

please help me- i used to be pretty smart but i’m having so much trouble grasping the concept of diegetic vs non-diegetic bdsm!

gfkjldghfd okay first of all I'm sorry for the confusion, if you're not finding anything on the phrase it's because I made it up and absolutely nobody but me ever uses it, but I haven't found a better way to express what I'm trying to say so I keep using it. but now you've given me an excuse to ramble on about some shit that is only relevant to me and my deeply inefficient way of talking and by god I'm going to take it.

SO. the way diegetic and non-diegetic are normally used is to talk about music and sound design in movies/tv shows. in case you aren't familiar with that concept, here's a rundown:

diegetic sound is sound that happens within the world of the movie/show and can be acknowledged by the characters, like a song playing on the stereo during a driving scene, or sung on stage in Phantom of the Opera. it's also most other sounds that happen in a movie, like the sounds of traffic in a city scene, or a thunderclap, or a marching band passing by. or one of the three stock horse sounds they use in every movie with a horse in it even though horses don't really vocalize much in real life, but that's beside the point, the horse is supposed to be actually making that noise within the movie's world and the characters can hear it whinnying.

non-diegetic sound is any sound that doesn't exist in the world of the movie/show and can't be perceived by the characters. this includes things like laugh tracks and most soundtrack music. when Duel of Fates plays in Star Wars during the lightsaber fight for dramatic effect, that's non-diegetic. it exists to the audience, but the characters don't know their fight is being backed by sick ass music and, sadly, can't hear it.

the lines can get blurry between the two, you've probably seen the film trope where the clearly non-diegetic music in the title sequence fades out to the same music, now diegetic and playing from the character's car stereo. and then there are things like Phantom of the Opera as mentioned above, where the soundtrack is also part of the plot, but Phantom of the Opera does also have segments of non-diegetic music: the Phantom probably does not have an entire orchestra and some guy with an electric guitar hiding down in his sewer just waiting for someone to break into song, but both of those show up in the songs they sing down there.

now, on to how I apply this to bdsm in fiction.

if I'm referring to diegetic bdsm what I mean is that the bdsm is acknowledged for what it is in-world. the characters themselves are roleplaying whatever scenarios their scenes involve and are operating with knowledge of real life rules/safety practices. if there's cnc depicted, it will be apparent at some point, usually right away, that both characters actually are fully consenting and it's all just a planned scene, and you'll often see on-screen negotiation and aftercare, and elements of the story may involve the kink community wherever the characters are. Love and Leashes is a great example of this, 50 Shades and Bonding are terrible examples of this, but they all feature characters that know they're doing bdsm and are intentional about it.

if I'm talking about non-diegetic bdsm, I'm referring to a story that portrays certain kinks without the direct acknowledgement that the characters are doing bdsm. this would be something like Captive Prince, or Phantom of the Opera again, or the vast majority of bodice ripper type stories where an innocent woman is kidnapped by a pirate king or something and totally doesn't want to be ravished but then it turns out he's so cool and sexy and good at ravishing that she decides she's into it and becomes his pirate consort or whatever it is that happens at the end of those books. the characters don't know they're playing out a cnc or D/s fantasy, and in-universe it's often straight up noncon or dubcon rather than cnc at all. the thing about entirely non-diegetic bdsm is that it's almost always Problematic™ in some way if you're not willing to meet the story where it's at, but as long as you're not judging it by the standards of diegetic bdsm, it's just providing the reader the same thing that a partner in a scene would: the illusion of whatever risk or taboo floats your boat, sometimes to extremes that can't be replicated in real life due to safety, practicality, physics, the law, vampires not being real, etc. it's consensual by default because it's already pretend; the characters are vehicles for the story and not actually people who can be hurt, and the reader chose to pick up the book and is aware that nothing in it is real, so it's all good.

this difference is where people tend to get hung up in the discourse, from what I've observed. which is why I started using this phrasing, because I think it's very crucial to be able to differentiate which one you're talking about if you try to have a conversation with someone about the portrayal of bdsm in media. it would also, frankly, be useful for tagging, because sometimes when you're in the mood for non-diegetic bodice ripper shit you'd call the police over in real life, it can get really annoying to read paragraphs of negotiation and check-ins that break the illusion of the scene and so on, and the opposite can be jarring too.

it's very possible to blur these together the same way Phantom of the Opera blurs its diegetic and non-diegetic music as well. this leaves you even more open to being misunderstood by people reading in bad faith, but it can also be really fun to play with. @not-poignant writes fantastic fanfic, novels, and original serials on ao3 that pull this off really well, if you're okay with some dark shit in your fiction I would highly recommend their work. some of it does get really fucking dark in places though, just like. be advised. read the tags and all that.

but yeah, spontaneous writer plug aside, that's what I mean.